“The price?”
“There are six barrels.”
“Well, well, what do you want for it?”
“Six barrels; that is six Louis.”
“Will you take five?”
“Impossible. One Louis a ball. That is the price.”
“Come, let us do business together. Be reasonable.”
“I have named a fair price. Examine the weapon, Mr. Gunsmith.”
“I have examined it.”
“The barrel twists and turns like Talleyrand himself. The weapon ought to be mentioned in the Dictionary of Weathercocks. It is a gem.”